AS THE SUN GENTLY LOWERS,
HUGE FOR THE WORLD TO SEE;
RED AS THE FRESH BLOOD,
SLOWLY SINKING, TO THE SEA.
CLOUDS TURNING SHADES OF ORANGE,
PINK AND CHERRY AND YELLOW;
THE AIR A HAZY MIST,
SILENCE, SOFT AND MELLOW.
IF YOU LISTEN YOU CAN SEE,
AS THE ORB TOUCHES NEAR;
STEAM TO BE SEEN RISING,
A HISS, UPON THE EAR.
AS THE OCEAN SLOWLY DROWNS,
HALFWAY OUT OF SIGHT;
THE SUNSET STILL AFLAME,
SHADOWS SOON TO BE NIGHT.
AS IT SINKS UNDER WATER,
THE SKY STILL ON FIRE;
DUSK SETTLES UPON THE LAND,
THE MOON, IT DOES SIRE.
1995 BY WAYNE J. WAGAR
